Nature Quotes

Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand and Eternity in an hour

Monday, November 28th, 2011
sun through haze

An “augury” is an omen, a sign of things to come. Augury can also be the practice of being sensitive to omens – like divination, or magical foresight. In this case, the poem is a series of pairs of lines that can be read as comparing good and evil, kindness and cruelty, beauty and corruption – auguries that challenge us to be aware…

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Art is man’s nature; nature is God’s art

Tuesday, November 8th, 2011
brain scan

All nature in the poet’s heart is limued
In little; as now in landscape stones, we see
The swell of ground, green groves, and running streams
Fresh from the wolds of Chaos; hints of life

Foreworldly, pencilled by pre-solar light…

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Everybody needs beauty as well as bread

Monday, September 19th, 2011
man silhouetted against horizon

This natural beauty-hunger is made manifest in the little window-sill gardens of the poor, though perhaps only a geranium slip in a broken cup, as well as in the carefully tended rose and lily gardens of the rich, the thousands of spacious city parks and botanical gardens, and in our magnificent National parks — the Yellowstone, Yosemite, Sequoia, etc.— Nature’s sublime wonderlands, the admiration and joy of the world. Nevertheless, like…

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No miles of any measurement can separate your soul from mine

Tuesday, August 23rd, 2011
two bees on a flower

You anticipate all the bend and falls and rapids and cascades of my mountain life and I know that you say you truly about my companions being those who live with me in the same sky, whether in reach of hand or only of spiritual contact, which is the most real contact of all. I am…

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Look and listen and join the trees in their hymns and prayers

Saturday, August 20th, 2011

Of all the thousands of camp-fires I have elsewhere built none was just like this one, rejoicing in triumphant strength and beauty in the heart of the rain-laden gale. It was wonderful, — the illumined rain and clouds mingled together and the trees glowing against the jet background, the colors of the mossy, lichened trunks with…

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The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship.

Monday, August 15th, 2011
swallow nest

The roaring of lions, the howling of wolves, the raging of the stormy sea, and the destructive sword, are portions of eternity too great for the eye of man.
The fox condemns the trap, not himself.
Joys impregnate. Sorrows bring forth…

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The power of imagination makes us infinite

Monday, August 8th, 2011
dragonfly

How infinitely superior to our physical senses are those of the mind! The spiritual eye sees not only rivers of water but of air. It sees the crystals of the rock in rapid sympathetic motion, giving enthusiastic obedience to the sun’s rays, then sinking back to rest…

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Going out, I found, was really going in

Tuesday, July 26th, 2011
close-up of paper money

There is a musical idea in every form. See, hear, how sharp, loud, and clear-ringing are the tones of the sky-piercing peaks and spires; and how deep and smooth and massive those of the swelling domes and round-backed ridge-waves; and how quickly the multitude of small features in a landscape suggest hurrying trills and…

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Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air

Friday, June 18th, 2010
sunset beach kites

Where the star Canope shines in May,
Shepherds are thankful, and nations gay.
The music that can deepest reach,
And cure all ill, is cordial speech…

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A friend may well be reckoned the masterpiece of Nature

Wednesday, May 26th, 2010
two toddlers playing with water

But a friend is a sane man who exercises not my ingenuity, but me. My friend gives me entertainment without requiring any stipulation on my part. A friend, therefore, is a sort of paradox in nature. I who alone am…

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For the child, and for the parent seeking to guide him, it is not half so important to know as to feel

Saturday, April 24th, 2010
sunset

Once, when my daughter was about six or seven, I took her to the tide flats at low tide, just after dawn. For the longest time, we sat on our haunches with our eyes closed, listening to the beach breathe. It was one…

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I hold no preference among flowers, so long as they are wild, free, spontaneous

Sunday, April 11th, 2010
purshia - cliffrose

Because of its clouds of flowers the cliffrose is the showiest plant in canyon county, but the most beautiful individual flower, most people would agree, is that of the cacti: the prickly pear, the hedgehog, the fishhook. Merely opinion, of course. But the various cactus flowers have earned the distinction claimed for them on the basis of their size, their delicacy, their brilliance, and their transcience – they bloom…

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